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Post by Édouard Martel on Oct 1, 2011 0:18:51 GMT -5
A month or so before the Skaldic war I am not a man who enjoys trifles – in fact, I am quite simply not a man of enjoyments. This is why I have people who take care of trivial details such as those that encompass the management of a household. That is also why I never go to places such as Cible. And yet there I was, for on my way to the academy, I'd noted an odd sort of thing, an offering in the window for looking glasses. Perhaps those are of consequence, for one who, like me, is concerned by only few and very particular sorts of details. There were folks about, browsing through ribbons and other such nonsense – I ignore them in favor of making my way straight to the alley that concerned me. The sooner I'd made my purchase, the sooner the normal course of affairs could resume. [OOC: Pardon the stereotype, I simply could not resist :P ]
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Post by Liana nó Valerian on Oct 1, 2011 3:47:11 GMT -5
I was browsing through the ribbon section in Cible, my hair was getting longer and a little unruly if left to its own devices so I found it was beneficial to have it tied back and besides, ribbons could be put to more than just tying hair....
But trying to decide between two shades of red was taking me an absolute age! I could only afford to buy one and choosing between the two was nigh impossible. Someone brushed passed me on the way through the shop so without thinking I grabbed at an arm, noticing belatedly that he seemed a well-to-do sort of person, pulled him to face me and held up the two colours.
"This one or this one?" I asked whilst holding the ribbons up to my hair in turn. "I simply can't decide!" I added with an almost petulant sigh.
Then belatedly I recalled my manners and said with a curtsey "Oh, and hello sir, nice to meet you. I'm Liana."
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Post by Édouard Martel on Oct 2, 2011 9:05:07 GMT -5
I was just managing to mingle my way through – really I'd not looked at the browsing customers, aside from noting their locations so as to trace the most direct trajectory out of this section and towards the one I was interested in.
A hand reached for my arm and clutched it on the way, and for a moment I looked down at it, blinking, as if I'd sprouted a second elbow. And then this bouncy thing of a girl held up two ribbons in my face and asked me which she should choose.
Quickly I assessed the situation – on the one hand, the fastest way to be out of her grasp would be to give her an answer, and a decisive one. On the other, I frankly couldn't care less about which brand of red ribbon this harlot used.
“This one,” I said, pointing one of the two randomly and giving her a polite smile and purposely pretending not to hear her introduction, so as not to give my name and encourage conversation. “It will fit better with your complexion.” This said, I tried to disengage myself so that I might go on with my business.
In truth, it was a lie, I had no particular idea what manner of red was more fitting to her, nor did I care. If anything was trivial, this was certainly the epitome of frivolity.
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Post by Liana nó Valerian on Oct 2, 2011 12:58:35 GMT -5
"Really? Do you think so?" I asked, screwing up my face in thought. "You see, I have a number of gowns this would match" I said holding up the opposite ribbon to the one he chose. "Yet, this other one I really like the shade of red. Are you sure it goes with my complexion? It's pretty dark in here, maybe you haven't seen the colours right."
So saying I grabbed hold of his arm again and began to tow him towards a window. "It's lighter over here, you can see the different shades better...er...Sir" I said, realising that he hadn't yet introduced himself.
Shouldering a few people out of the way, muttering a few apologies here and there and keeping a tight grip on his arm I cleared a path for us to the nearest window.
"There! Now what do you think? Mister...er?" I paused again waiting for him to introduce himself whilst holding the ribbons up to his face where they would best catch the light. "If you don't give me your name, I shall have to invent one for you." I added with an impish smile.
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